For the nine years I’ve lived on 4th Avenue in Brooklyn, nothing much has happened in the vacant lot across the street. Today, a tall crane appeared: And it’s making things happen. The crane works without whining, wishing or worrying; without a single word of wisdom from Oprah. Sometimes the crane’s jaws seemed to creak open into a grimmace that mocked the feebleness of my will — but of course that can’t be true, because the crane was far too busy to even notice me standing there. Finally, I yelled over to it: “HAVE YOUR PEOPLE CALL MY PEOPLE.”

No word back yet… Should I be worried?

(Sent from my mobile phone.)